It is cute. I always loved squirrels. From the windows of my embassy office in DC, I saw several of the big-bodied grey ones. They sometimes brought pecans up to the windows, and tried to break them up there. I always had my local classical music station (WGMS) on, and they seemed to enjoy Mendelsohn’s violin concerto in E minor. (the “Big version)
My mother used to have a winter coat with squirrel fur inside, of the reddish-brown colour. The plying dead is in sharp contrast with their usual nimble character.
How did I miss this one?! How adorable! She certainly wasn't bothered by you!
I hope she wasn't! (Now wondering how you know she's a she!) 🤗✨
She told me. ;)
But of course! 🤗🍂
So cute, poor baby
I know! Poor little one.🤗🍂
Powerful, Trudi! That freeze response is a life saver for the squirrel.
Bless it! I was very careful around it. I thought it was dead, at first. Glad it wasn't!
A good save!
Smart little guy, this isn't probably the first time he said to do this
True! 😆🤗
Very good Trudi, it took me a moment to locate the ‘hidden’.
Ahh glad you found him!🍂
Morning, Trudi! I enjoyed your poem and the photo of the squirrel. It probably is how the little guy thinks!
Thank you, C.J. And yes, I guess those were his thoughts! Hope you are well 🤗✨
Doing as well as I can, Trudi. I hope you are well, too. I’m really glad to see you here again.
I’m good and glad to see your work, too! ❤️
Beautiful animals! Lovely piece, Trudi 🙏🙏
They are gorgeous, Ross. Thank you! 🥰✨
That’s beautiful Trudi. A lovely way to get through the morning…thank you 💙💫🤗
Thank you, Joyce 🙏✨
Trudi, thank you for this hauntingly, beautiful piece — I felt it to my core. ❤️🩹
Leslie Ann, you are welcome ✨
It is cute. I always loved squirrels. From the windows of my embassy office in DC, I saw several of the big-bodied grey ones. They sometimes brought pecans up to the windows, and tried to break them up there. I always had my local classical music station (WGMS) on, and they seemed to enjoy Mendelsohn’s violin concerto in E minor. (the “Big version)
My mother used to have a winter coat with squirrel fur inside, of the reddish-brown colour. The plying dead is in sharp contrast with their usual nimble character.
Anyhow, your poem is: cute!
Hi Zsolt! Thank you for sharing your squirrel memories. I’m pleased you enjoyed this little poem! ✨
First thought
What?
Reread
Ah interpret about yourself for yourself
My reflection, my choice
MMMM
Yep for me
Wake up. No need to hide
But hey each to their own
Your choice
Lovely stanzas here
Thanks, as ever Steve for your reflection. I felt for the poor squirrel. I would never harm him!
Yep simple is always best
Think sometimes another level. That's just me
Intriguing Trudi, choice and direction … awaits 🙏😊
Good morning Simone! Thank you. Poor squirrel. I only got so close as I thought he was injured. He wasn’t! I had scared him.
🙏😊💜